Jesus I Heard You Call
Book I: Journey to Jerusalem Book II: Dreams Book III: The Awakening
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Bright light flooded the small doctors’ quarters where the doctor slept that was on call that late night. The doctor on call was use to being woken up in the middle of the night but not when he had just gone to bed.
“Dr. Alvarez, wake up, you’re needed in the ER. There’s a young man who just arrived from the University and he’s in bad shape,” Zoë said, turning on the light over the bunk bed.
“Who is he?” Dr. Alvarez asked, rubbing his tired eyes. He had been on duty since the day before yesterday; he lost track of time when he did weekend emergency room duty. This had been his first break that he could recall since he came on duty, but it wasn’t long enough. He dressed quickly and then joined his nurse in the dimly lit hallway. She handed him a cup of hot coffee as they walked toward the ER, which he drank greedily. “Tell me about him,” he said with a sigh.
“His name is Christopher Andrew Dean, twenty-six years old, Caucasian, seems to be in good health except…” Zoë said, stopping in mid sentence.
“Except, what, finish your sentence,” Dr. Alvarez said annoyed.
“He’s feverish, non-responsive to anyone or thing and he mumbles in a foreign language,” Zoë explained seriously. “No one can understand him.”
As they walked toward the ER, he listened to her talk non-stop about their newest patient. For some reason, the young nurse was impressed by the young man’s abilities to speak a foreign language.
“Zoë, you said that this happened at the University?” he asked, reading from the chart his patient’s vitals.
“Yes sir, two of his friends came with him. Rosa Leigh explained that he had a confrontation with a professor and he was asked to leave his classroom. When Mr. Dean tried to leave, he became ill,” Zoë stated worriedly.
“How did he become ill?” he asked, looking up from the chart.
“Mr. Dean took several steps and then he collapsed,” Zoë said, opening the curtain to number three’s cubicle.
The young man twisted and turned on the hospital gurney the only thing that kept him from falling was the guardrails. He spoke out loudly in a language Dr. Alvarez was accustomed to hearing. The doctor walked over to the bed; he placed his large hand on the younger man’s forehead. His patient felt extremely hot. Dr. Alvarez gently tried to restrain him so that he wouldn’t hurt himself. Mr. Dean was definitely irate about something but what? He raved on in the foreign language he had not heard recently.
“What language is he speaking?” Zoë asked curiously.
“I’m having trouble keeping up with him. He’s speaking Hebrew and some Aramaic, but it’s been a while since I’ve heard it, and of course he’s speaking too fast,” Dr. Alvarez explained somberly. “I wish he’d slow down.”
“I’ve never seen or heard anything like this,” Zoë said, smoothing away dark brown locks of hair that covered their patient’s face.
“Mr. Dean, my name is Dr. Alvarez, can you hear me?” he asked, trying to get some kind of response from the young man. “Take his temperature and get a portable x-ray machine down here.” He watched his patient thrash around as if he were in pain. “I’m going to give him a sedative; he needs to rest.” He gave the order to Zoë who disappeared to get it filled from the charge nurse. She returned a few minutes later with a dose of powerful sedative and then injected it into their patient’s hip.
“Ouch!” Christopher Andrew yelled, squirming to get away from them. “Simon, do not do that!” this he shouted in perfect English and both caregivers were surprised.
“I wonder who Simon is.” Zoë said curiously, as she rubbed the brow of the angry young man.
“Since we know very little about him, I could only hazard a guess,” Dr. Alvarez said, watching his patient finally settle down. “Zoë, did anyone stay with him?”
“Yes, the two girls who were here, they called his sister. She is in the waiting room; her name is Mrs. Ian Robb,” Zoë replied, adjusting the pillow under the patient.
“I’ve ordered blood work, have the Lab send someone to draw his blood and then get one of the doctors from Neurology to look at him,” the doctor said, as he left her alone with Christopher Andrew Dean.
The young woman paced the width of the waiting room; in her ar
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About the Book
Christopher Andrew Dean has the uncanny ability to record words on the written page to his memory. He has more than once astounded his professors at the
About the Author
Joanna Odom wanted to be an author early in her life but her writing career took a back seat to her Professional Pet Grooming career. During those years, she overcame a learning disability that had stopped her from writing. In the early years of her writing efforts she took a college level creative writing course that gained her three college credits toward a degree in writing. She is the author of two other books, which can be purchased from AuthorHouse. They are “Patrick’s World and Patrick’s Reality,” that are part of a series of three since there is a third installment yet to be published called “Patrick’s Family.” Jesus I Heard You Call was actually the first historical novel written by the author, it was her devout love of Jesus and our Creator that brought the book to life. She hopes that all who read it will relate to Christopher Andrew’s Journey to Jerusalem to meet the first century Rabbi Jesus Christ, the Anointed the Son of God the Living God, who taught us the Father’s Words.